Suddenly I was airborne, falling down the entire flight of stairs, thirteen steps to be exact. Time slowed down. I watched myself try to regain my footing after my socked foot slipped off the top step. I witnessed myself drop
Fall on My Face

Suddenly I was airborne, falling down the entire flight of stairs, thirteen steps to be exact. Time slowed down. I watched myself try to regain my footing after my socked foot slipped off the top step. I witnessed myself drop
On August 1, 2015, my inner world shattered. That’s what it felt like anyway. What precipitated it began months earlier, but the tipping point happened that day. It was as if I’d stepped off a curb to cross the street,